When we lose one we love, our bitterest tears are called forth by the memory of hours when we loved read more

When we lose one we love, our bitterest tears are called forth by the memory of hours when we loved not enough.

Tears are the summer showers to the soul.

Tears are the summer showers to the soul.

What precious drops are those,
Which silently each other's track pursue,
Bright as young diamonds in their read more

What precious drops are those,
Which silently each other's track pursue,
Bright as young diamonds in their faint dew?

It is such a secret place, the land of tears.

It is such a secret place, the land of tears.

For Beauty's tears are lovelier than her smile.

For Beauty's tears are lovelier than her smile.

A child of those tears.
[Lat., Filius istarum lacrymarum.]

A child of those tears.
[Lat., Filius istarum lacrymarum.]

Tears are the silent language of grief

Tears are the silent language of grief

Words that weep, and tears that speak.

Words that weep, and tears that speak.

Weep no more, nor sigh, nor groan,
Sorrow calls no time that's gone:
Violets plucked the sweetest read more

Weep no more, nor sigh, nor groan,
Sorrow calls no time that's gone:
Violets plucked the sweetest rain
Makes not fresh nor grow again.